The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.
Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise
This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
Halfway up the coal conveyor, covered in coal dust… black streaks of snot. Starting to get good.
I really like the porcelain guides for the silk threads, probably used because they could be polished for perfect, persistent, smoothness.
This is my favorite wallpaper in the whole hotel.
An old handcart sits next to a rotting elevator.
Somewhere between the grain elevator and the distillery.
One of the principal businesses in McConnell was a farm implement and lumber store. This is too new to have been bought there, but I like that it’s still on the edge of town. It’s more comfortable than the emptiness beyond, that used to be a little prairie town.